I Want to Touch You
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,318
Reviews:
86
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
You're Okay Kid
I Want to Touch You: Chapter Two
George excused himself to go to the bathroom. Once there, he turned the faucets on full blast and splashed the cool water into his face. He was shaking hard and the tears came easily. His erection was still there, a horrible reminder of what had taken place in the compartment. He refused to touch it.
He eased his back against the wall and slid to the floor. The faucet was still on and the noise of the water seemed to scratch loudly against his ears. He took out his wand and made a few more cuts on the top of his wrist, and relaxed slightly at the pain and sight of blood. He put his face in his hands and sobbed silently.
\"I\'m so fucked up,\" he whispered desperately. \"So bloody fucked up.\"
He knew that the othmighmight wonder about him if he was gone too long, so he stood up and tried to control himself. When was the last time he\'d broken down like that? He couldn\'t remember.
He wiped his eyes and waited for the redness to disappear as he straightened his clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw short red hair above a lean face covered in freckles. His T-shirt was Black and suggested the lean form that lay beneath.
He looked away quickly, disgusted with himself and afraid of another outburst of tears.
Breathing deeply, he stepped out of the loo and attempted to drown out the unbearable mantra of \"I\'m so dirty\" playing over and over in his head.
He knew he couldn\'t stay in that compartment. They would notice his hysterical mood, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. So he ducked his head in quickly, tried to smile, and said, \"Sorry, I\'ve got to catch up with, er, Harry. See you at school.\"
He slid the door closed on the ensuing protests and raced to find an empty compartment. There were none, so he settled for one with a sleeping little girl. He slid into the seat farthest from her, exhausted, closed his eyes, and utilized the most resourceful escape: sleep.
He woke up to the girl standing over him. She was black and had pigtails.
\"Wha-?\" He scooted away from her, but she just kept staring at him intensely. He looked around the compartment. \"Who the hell - excuse my language, little girl, uh -\"
She stood silent for a few moments. Then she spoke in a soft, soothing voice. \"I\'m your new Divination teacher.\"
George looked at her warily. \"Right… sure…\"
\"I\'m fifty-seven years old,\" she informed him in a small voice.
\"Um…\"
\"You don\'t believe me.\"
\"No. No, I can\'t say I do.\"
\"Don\'t blame you, not in the least. But right now that doesn\'t matter.\" She sat down next to him and whispered, \"You were talking in your sleep.\"
George\'s eyes grew wide with panic. What had he said?
\"Don\'t you want to know what you said?\" She leaned in closer. Her feet didn\'t even touch the floor.
\"No,\" whispered George weakly.
\"You said,\" she leaned even closer, and the shouted, \"Fafawamabufffnhuffakor!\"
George leapt backward and fell on his ass. He was scared shitless. \"Don\'t do that!\"
The girl giggled. \"You have something to hide, George.\"
\'Did I tell her my name?\' George wondered. Then aloud, \"Doesn\'t everyone?\"
She sighed. \"Yes, unfortunately.\" She looked George straight in the eye. \"We hide what society tells us is wrong, George. We hide what we feel isn\'t normal.\"
George shivered. \"You give me the creeps little girl.\"
\"Call me Professor Lamron.\"
George laughed. \"Yeah, okay Professor.\"
She smiled and didn\'t seem put off by his sarcasm. Then she sighed and looked out the window. Her eyes were \"A \"Ah, George, we all worry too much. If we just followed the teachings of Herman Hesse…\"
\"Herman who?\"
\"A muggle writer. I mean, if we just wouldn\'t attach guilt to so many of our feelings -\"
George grew nervous. This girl was hitting way too close to home. Or was it just that he was paranoid?
\"- and just realized that we can\'t help our desires or thoughts -\"
Shit.
\" -if we stopped trying to control our emotions, well -\"
She looked at George and flashed him a big, toothy smile. \"- then we wouldn\'t have to hide!\"
\"You\'re scary, little girl.\"
\"That\'s professor little girl to you,\" she giggled. \"Gotta go, though. And you should put on your robes.\"
It was amusing to hear a child giving orders. As she left, she giggled and ruffled George\'s hair. \"You\'re okay, kid.\"
George felt happy when she left. It was the loving pat on the head that had done it. That and her last statement: \"You\'re okay, kid.\" He let her voice pervade his troubled mind and replace the old mantra.
George excused himself to go to the bathroom. Once there, he turned the faucets on full blast and splashed the cool water into his face. He was shaking hard and the tears came easily. His erection was still there, a horrible reminder of what had taken place in the compartment. He refused to touch it.
He eased his back against the wall and slid to the floor. The faucet was still on and the noise of the water seemed to scratch loudly against his ears. He took out his wand and made a few more cuts on the top of his wrist, and relaxed slightly at the pain and sight of blood. He put his face in his hands and sobbed silently.
\"I\'m so fucked up,\" he whispered desperately. \"So bloody fucked up.\"
He knew that the othmighmight wonder about him if he was gone too long, so he stood up and tried to control himself. When was the last time he\'d broken down like that? He couldn\'t remember.
He wiped his eyes and waited for the redness to disappear as he straightened his clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw short red hair above a lean face covered in freckles. His T-shirt was Black and suggested the lean form that lay beneath.
He looked away quickly, disgusted with himself and afraid of another outburst of tears.
Breathing deeply, he stepped out of the loo and attempted to drown out the unbearable mantra of \"I\'m so dirty\" playing over and over in his head.
He knew he couldn\'t stay in that compartment. They would notice his hysterical mood, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. So he ducked his head in quickly, tried to smile, and said, \"Sorry, I\'ve got to catch up with, er, Harry. See you at school.\"
He slid the door closed on the ensuing protests and raced to find an empty compartment. There were none, so he settled for one with a sleeping little girl. He slid into the seat farthest from her, exhausted, closed his eyes, and utilized the most resourceful escape: sleep.
He woke up to the girl standing over him. She was black and had pigtails.
\"Wha-?\" He scooted away from her, but she just kept staring at him intensely. He looked around the compartment. \"Who the hell - excuse my language, little girl, uh -\"
She stood silent for a few moments. Then she spoke in a soft, soothing voice. \"I\'m your new Divination teacher.\"
George looked at her warily. \"Right… sure…\"
\"I\'m fifty-seven years old,\" she informed him in a small voice.
\"Um…\"
\"You don\'t believe me.\"
\"No. No, I can\'t say I do.\"
\"Don\'t blame you, not in the least. But right now that doesn\'t matter.\" She sat down next to him and whispered, \"You were talking in your sleep.\"
George\'s eyes grew wide with panic. What had he said?
\"Don\'t you want to know what you said?\" She leaned in closer. Her feet didn\'t even touch the floor.
\"No,\" whispered George weakly.
\"You said,\" she leaned even closer, and the shouted, \"Fafawamabufffnhuffakor!\"
George leapt backward and fell on his ass. He was scared shitless. \"Don\'t do that!\"
The girl giggled. \"You have something to hide, George.\"
\'Did I tell her my name?\' George wondered. Then aloud, \"Doesn\'t everyone?\"
She sighed. \"Yes, unfortunately.\" She looked George straight in the eye. \"We hide what society tells us is wrong, George. We hide what we feel isn\'t normal.\"
George shivered. \"You give me the creeps little girl.\"
\"Call me Professor Lamron.\"
George laughed. \"Yeah, okay Professor.\"
She smiled and didn\'t seem put off by his sarcasm. Then she sighed and looked out the window. Her eyes were \"A \"Ah, George, we all worry too much. If we just followed the teachings of Herman Hesse…\"
\"Herman who?\"
\"A muggle writer. I mean, if we just wouldn\'t attach guilt to so many of our feelings -\"
George grew nervous. This girl was hitting way too close to home. Or was it just that he was paranoid?
\"- and just realized that we can\'t help our desires or thoughts -\"
Shit.
\" -if we stopped trying to control our emotions, well -\"
She looked at George and flashed him a big, toothy smile. \"- then we wouldn\'t have to hide!\"
\"You\'re scary, little girl.\"
\"That\'s professor little girl to you,\" she giggled. \"Gotta go, though. And you should put on your robes.\"
It was amusing to hear a child giving orders. As she left, she giggled and ruffled George\'s hair. \"You\'re okay, kid.\"
George felt happy when she left. It was the loving pat on the head that had done it. That and her last statement: \"You\'re okay, kid.\" He let her voice pervade his troubled mind and replace the old mantra.